I feel the vulnerability seeping through my pores. I feel so sensitive; I am speaking to this person with such intensity, such honesty. I am feeling incredibly embarrassed and ashamed, ashamed that although I am wearing my heart on my sleeve, it’s not good enough for someone who just doesn’t love me. I feel very lonely with my unrequited love. Exposed and unloved....

(Context: I wrote this about my internal battle with my sexuality. It’s about how I felt on my journey to accepting my self, I’m not sure if it exactly fits the prompt, but it is a self reflection of sorts.)

Blackness fills everything around me. Empty darkness is all I see. I touch the walls around me to make sure I don’t run into anything. I feel a cold hand touch my hand. I shrink back.

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I miss

I miss when mirrors were used only to brush my teeth

And weren’t also used as a confidence thief

I miss when i could cry over a scratched knee

And not cry over criticising society

I miss when i could go to school and joke about

And not always be mentally burnt out

I miss when i didn’t care what people think

And now i constantly bethink

I miss when i would draw

And now that passion f...

I often think why I open my mind up to people, why I let myself feel I have someone to untwine my problems for me.

Why am I so desperate?

Why am I so desperate to show the person I keep bundled up in my heart with love and warmth. The little girl who loves to do what she loves, runs barefoot in the garden, cares for bumblebees when they’re hurt, who loves the smell of strawberry shampoo, who pla...

(I know this doesn't exactly fit the prompt, but I didn't want to pay for free write lmao. this is an abecedarian about self-harm. warning for triggering topics)

Anguish burns through me like a lit candle, as pain relentlessly flows through my veins the surrounding flesh seems to almost melt away into nothingness

Burning does not last forever though, the wick ends and the candle ceases to burn.

...

Every mirror has a reflection looking back.

The reflections hold truths in who we are.

Although we still look in every reflection for an answer of who we are, as if we don’t know it already.

We all want answers, so why can’t we just look into the reflection looking back...

You’re that girl who always lend her shoulders for other people to cry on. But you’re also that girl who can’t show her true feelings to other people. You’re the one who holds it all together, the one who carries the weight of the world on her shoulders.

People always expect you to always have it together, that’s why it’s hard to show your weakness to others. What other people expect of me, then...

I am a vampire

I can look in the mirror and nothing stares back at me

For I am a vampire and they have no reflection

I am a vampire

I am used to the sight of blood

Though not blood that takes a life but allows for other life to be created

I am a vampire

I crave the dark

My curtains don’t open and I don’t go outside

I am a vampire

Society fears me

With their beliefs and ideologies

That the...

When I look in the mirror, I no longer recognize the reflection staring back at me. This woman is older than I am. The shape of her mouth does not show me joy but criticism. She has hard creases on her forehead and between her eyes. Her once enviable cheekbones have been buried beneath the weight of depression. This woman’s ocean-blue eyes have darkened with time. She traded her porcelain skin for...

There is nothing more comforting than to truly be known and loved.

Sitting here, watching embers dance into the night with my closest friends, I realize how grateful I am for each one of them. These are the people who have seen every angle of me- have shined their light on my every facet, fractalizing themselves throughout my life.

The one on my left- kind, gentle, and true. She loves with a p...